Homeland (TV series)

Homeland (2011–) is a drama/thriller series, airing on Showtime, about a Central Intelligence Agency officer who has come to believe that a U.S. Marine, who was held captive by Al-Qaeda as a prisoner of war, was turned by the enemy and now threatens the United States. The series was developed for American television by Howard Gordon and Alex Gansa and is based on the Israeli series Hatufim (English title: Prisoners of War) created by Gideon Raff.

Saul: Everyone lies in this business, I accept that. But we all draw lines somewhere, and the two sides of that line are us and them. And whatever we had you and I, whatever trust we built up over a decade of me protecting you and teaching you everything I know, you destroyed it when you lied to me and you treated me like them. Like every other schmuck in this building. So when you say you understand, is that what you mean? Is this interesting?

Brody: They want you to lose faith. Lose faith in your country, which they say is the devil. In your brother marines, who they say aren't coming for you because you have no military value. In your wife, who they say has got her arms wrapped around someone else.

O'Donnell: How do you resist that?

Brody: You can't. Except by believing that those people they want you to renounce, that they're keeping the faith in you and you owe it to them to do the same.

Saul: Mr. Al-Zahrani, I'd like you to go back to your house now. Put that drawing in your window tonight. Tomorrow afternoon, I'd like you to proceed as you normally would to meet Tom Walker. Okay?

Al-Zahrani: So I'm bait?

Saul: You're bait. You're free to go now.

Al-Zahrani: What happens to me after all of this?

Saul: Go about your business. Live your life. We say nothing to Saudi Intelligence about your connections to Abu Nazir, you say nothing to Abu Nazir about our little get-together. You work for us now. Welcome to the CIA.

Galyean: Al-Zahrani's got diplomatic immunity. That may not mean much to you people, but to us mere mortals in the State Department, that's a serious issue.

Saul: We're not dragging him to Tunisia. We're not waterboarding. We'll be very polite and gentle. I just want to ask him some questions during his lunch hour.

Galyean: CIA's not even supposed to be operating on American soil. It's against your own charter. This is the FBI's job.

Saul: Al-Zahrani's running a terrorist cell out of the Saudi embassy. He and Tom Walker are planning an attack on the United States. Fuck the charter.

Brody: [in a recorded message] My name is Nicholas Brody and I'm a Sergeant in the United States Marine Corps. I have a wife, and two kids, who I love. By the time you watch this, you'll have read a lot of things about me, about what I've done, and so I wanted to explain myself, so that you'll know the truth.

Estes: The world changed, Saul, right under your nose.

Carrie: "[After Saul sends a team of agents to contain her]" Virgil, am I crazy?

Saul: I can't talk. We're on an open line, but we need your help. I know, I hate myself for even asking.

Carrie: Well can't it wait until tomorrow?

Saul: I'm afraid not. David Estes is sitting outside your house right now.

Carrie: Well tonight is Thursday. I cook dinner for the family on Thursdays. I'm making vegetable lasagna with vegetables I picked this morning from the garden. [sighs] Don't make me talk to him, Saul. I don't ever want to see him again. I've put all that away.

Saul: Please, Carrie.

David: I want you to know, Carrie, this is much appreciated.

Carrie: Let's just get it over with, okay?

David: [places folder on the table] There's a photo inside I'd like you to take a look at. Do you recognize her?

Carrie: Yeah, I recognize her. Why?

David: Who is she?

Carrie: Fatima Ali, first wife of Abbas Ali.

David: The Hezbollah district commander. How do you know her?

Carrie: I recruited her, that's how.

David: Yet there's no record of her being an asset of yours.

Carrie: I ran her off book.

David: Why?

Carrie: Because I was interested in keeping her alive.

Maggie: Carrie, please. This is crazy.

Carrie: Believe me, I wouldn't be going if I had a choice.

Maggie: You do have a choice. You always have a choice.

Carrie: No, not this time.

Maggie: Carrie, you're just starting to get back on your feet. You're not ready for this.

Carrie: Don't you think I know that?

Maggie: Regular sleep and meals, avoiding stress, a schedule. These are the things that have been working so well for you. At least call Doctor Rosenberg before you make a decision.

Carrie: I've already decided.

Maggie: I don't understand how you can trust these people for one minute after what they did to you.

Carrie: I trust Saul. He'll be there to hold my hand and it's only for a few days.

Maggie: You say this is about patriotism, but we both know that's not the whole story. Part of you wants to do this.

Jessica: They just roll off your tongue, don't they? One after the other. I really thought we turned a corner this morning. You're hiding something. I can see it in your eyes. Now either you tell me what's going on --

Brody: There's nothing going on --

Jessica: Or I suggest you start looking for a hotel room! And while you're at it, you give this marriage some serious thought, because I don't think I can do this anymore.

Saul: Came straight here from the airport. I hear you were turned away from the debrief at Langley today.

Carrie: I was the one who recovered that intel. He wouldn't even let me present it!

Saul: Well, I can only imagine how shitty that must have felt. Still feels.

Carrie: Before the Beirut trip, I really thought I'd finally found a way to cope with being out of the company.

Saul: Before you dig that hole any deeper, I have to show you something. Is this your computer?

Carrie: Yeah.

Saul: [removes a flash drive from his breast pocket] Here. I'll only fuck it up. That's the one piece of intel recovered in Beirut that Estes and his men haven't seen yet. I came straight from the airport because I think you deserve to see it first.

[Carrie inserts the flash drive and presses play]

Brody: [pre-recorded video] This is Nicholas Brody and I'm a Sergeant in the United States Marine Corps. People will say I was broken, I was brainwashed. People will say I was turned into a terrorist.

Carrie: Oh my God.

Brody: Taught to hate my country. My actions this day is against such domestic enemies. The vice-president and members of his national security team, who I know to be liars and war criminals --

Carrie: [quietly] I was right.

Brody: -- who are responsible for atrocities they must be held accountable for.

Saul: [whispers] You were right.

Brody: This is about justice for eighty-two children whose deaths were never acknowledged and whose murder is a stain on the soul of this nation.

Carrie: [unwilling to take the information for granted] What... How many years?

Quinn: Six at Langley, four on the Venezuela desk.

Carrie: The cartels?

Quinn: Like that. --- Are we done with the meet and greet?

Saul: Yes. Moving on?

Quinn: So, we run a small team on Brody twenty four-seven. My team already hooked into the security cameras in the Rayburn building, tapping his home phone and cell. Anywhere else he goes, we have a man on him.

Virgil: And what team is that?

Quinn: You'll never see them.

Carrie: Saul and I already have a plan.

Quinn: [patronizing] Hold that thought --- Brody has a meeting this morning at the CIA, and we want to throw him a jolt. So we figured go for his Achilles heel. --- Which is you.

Carrie: So I'm in the building. I... I run into him?

Quinn: Let it drop you're back at the CIA. That should trigger his fear that your theory about him is now back in play. And that should send him to his handlers, where you guys... will be there with cameras.

Max: Roger that.

Carrie: Yeah, OK.

Quinn: So, you want to tell us your plan now?

Carrie: Uh, actually, it was the same.

Quinn: The same plan?

Carrie: Same plan. So...

Quinn: [ironically] So... I'm only half a moron.

Quinn: You were fucking him, huh?

Carrie: What?

Quinn: Brody.

Carrie: Who are you fucking?

Quinn: An ER nurse. I'm not that into her.

Carrie: You're pretty mouthy for an analyst.

Quinn: I'm just saying, if he did to me what he did to you, got me fired and made me think I was crazy when I wasn't, sent me off to get my brain zapped, I'd fucking rip his skin off.

Brody: Look, I'm sorry I called. I guess I thought we could be friends.

Carrie: Friends?! Oh, yeah. Do I want to be friends with a demented ex-soldier that hates America? Who decided strapping on a bomb was the answer to what ailed him? Despite his daughter, his son, people who loved him in real life, not in the mind-fuck world of Abu Nazir, who in the end, didn't have the stones to go through with it, but had no problem sending me to the nuthouse. Yeah. No, thanks. I don't think I need a friend like that.

Brody: Okay. Not friends.

Carrie: So what are you going to do now? Are you going to kill me? You going to blame it on rough sex maybe? I mean, how long can you get away with something like that?

Brody: I've had a pretty good run so far.

Carrie: That's true.

Brody: I seem to be good at this, if nothing else.

Carrie: You're special.

Brody: I liked you, Carrie.

Carrie: I loved you.

[Team breaks in and wrestles Brody to the floor, cuffing him]

Carrie: If only the circumstances had been wildly different. You're a disgrace to your nation, Sergeant Nicholas Brody. You're a traitor and a terrorist, and now it's time you pay for that.

Carrie: [to Brody] You broke my heart, you know. Was that easy for you? Was that fun? Because of you, I questioned my own sanity, I had myself admitted to a mental institution. I lost my job, too. I lost my place in the world. I lost everything.

Carrie: [to Brody] It was hearing Dana’s voice that changed your mind, wasn’t it? She asked you to come home and you did. Why? Maybe because… Maybe because you suddenly understood that killing yourself and ruining Dana’s life wouldn’t bring Isa back. Maybe because you knew then how much you loved your own child. Maybe because you were just sick of death. That’s the Brody I’m talking to. That’s the Brody that knows the difference between warfare and terrorism. That’s the Brody I met up in that cabin. That’s the Brody I fell in love with.

Majid Javadi: You have - from the very beginning. I think you of all people will understand that no-one is just one thing.

Carrie: Where's Brody?

Majid Javadi: In Evin prison

Carrie: I need to see him.

Majid Javadi: You can't. No-one can. He appeared this morning before a military tribunal where he was sentenced to death by hanging.

Carrie: What?

Majid Javadi: I'm afraid so - declared an enemy of the state.

Carrie: Well you're insane if you think that's going to happen. You have to stop it.

Majid Javadi: It's out of my hands Carrie, the public execution is scheduled for tonight.

Carrie: Tonight!

Majid Javadi: Tomorrow to be precise - at 4am just before the call for morning prayer.

Carrie: Well you find a fucking way!

Majid Javadi: Or what? What will you do Carrie? Burn it all down? Everything you worked for? And I don't mean what the CIA has worked for, I mean YOU. The plan is a success. You and Brody pulled it off.

Carrie: Not if he dies.

Majid Javadi: More so if he dies. I ask myself over and over from the moment I knew what you've gone through. The hardships, self-abnegation to lure me in. Why? Why would anyone do that to themselves? Why would you? But I think I know now. It was always about him. That's what you care about. Maybe the only thing. Who Brody is... that's for Allah to know. But what he did - there can't be no debate. It was astonishing and undeniable, and what you wanted which was for everyone to see in him what you see. That has happened. Everyone see's him through your eyes now. Saul, Lockhart, The President of the United States, even me!

Carrie: Take me to him.

Majid Javadi: I can't.

Carrie: Please

Majid Javadi: He's at peace in his cell. A kind of peace. Let that be.